Lyrics:
all her fixtures were new, and I'll turn them on for you
She said I get home at a quarter to six
I'll be waiting for your call
I'll fix you
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
made my way back home (did you follow her?)
I handled her with care (were you in control?)
So elegant and sleek (were you not afraid?)
I need her
thugs, where ya at?
Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer
Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way
Come home to me baby, come explain yourself to me
You and I are gonna start a family, a brand new baby
Come off that off the wall jive
'Cause if
made my way back home (did you follow her?)
I handled her with care (were you in control?)
So elegant and sleek (were you not afraid?)
I need her
rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel
raw.
And hip-hop was my home, I had my shoes off.
6'3 in high school, well skip a hoop dream.
If I don't blow up then maybe I'll try this school
I built my own chains in the land of the free
A slave to a job that meant nothing to me
With three shiny new cars and a split level home
home instead
Because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad'll kill you dead
But trust me you'll squeak by and get a C
And you're still around to write this
And you really tried to soothe me
It's nothing really new to me
On my way back home
So walk on by
You really are a liar
There is no place you can hide
Only one queen of a hip-hop so
Love and write, lets do it
Yeah, welcome to the church volume two
Exclusive two one three
Brand new Snoop Dogg Nate
Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns
"I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in"
Touched by the sun
The sepulcher is moved to its new monumental home
He will be reformed and returned faithfully to metal thrones
Bones from the Sahara
If I went down south, would I one day call it home
If I went down south, would I be a carpetbagger wandering on his own
I don't know where I'll
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
of green were my companions
The birds sang the prettiest poem
The Sun and the rain were blessings
And Creation was my cherished home
I'm waking up in
through the trees
And the world came alive
Are we alone
Are we alone now
Winter has gone
Spring's just begun
And the new day comes
Safe in my home
Blood
us somewhere new and love's gonna lead us home
His love's gonna be with us one day as we dance around the throne
Love's gonna help us care and love's
strike them down with my sword
Will we find a way in the end
A new journey unfolds
Questions will be answered
I’ll find my way
I’ll find my way home
Wake
trynna fake it till they make it but I don't
Ain't no way of stopping till I'm all around the globe
Get my momma a new home
Keep em watching like a drone
Pffff I know love like a flat tire bus when I've got somewhere to go
Sorry if I can't get to the phone right now I was probably running home
Don't
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